The Faded Photograph
The glass breaks not with a sound but with a silence so profound it seems to suck the air from your lungs, and in that vacuum you stand on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, holding the shards of the mirror that used to reflect your face, and you realize that the man you were trying to catch is already gone, that he has slipped through the cracks of the world like smoke through a keyhole,...
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